User:Shadowsplay

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Name/s: shadowsplay
Fandom/s: Dark Shadows, Lost
You can find me at: Dark Shadows Play ... Heart of the Island on AO3
On Fanlore: My contributions / email me

About Me

My writing is lushly sensual, tender and erotic, and often explicit.
I am a writer of novel length fiction. I extensively edit and carefully polish my work.
I value self-integration. I consider my sexuality, my spirituality, my high-functioning autism/bipolar, and my art as a writer to be completely interwoven.
The BDSM in my stories is real. I have been a practicing member of the BDSM community for over 20 years.

About My Fanfiction

DARK SHADOWS PLAY: My most recent novel is an adult m/m slash vampire fanfic about the transformative power of love, with characters and locations based upon the original ABC television series Dark Shadows. I have combined a reinvention of modern vampire fiction with a delicious m/m slash circumvention of the tired tropes of m/f and f/f erotica. The story includes a lot of real BDSM and spiritual themes, which are interwoven. It also contains non-consensual vampire violence.
HEART OF THE ISLAND: My other recent novel is an adult m/m slash fanfic based upon the ABC TV series LOST. Themes and plot elements include spiritual transformation, gay sex, polyamory, an incident of rape/non-con, and healing from this tragedy. Survivors of a plane crash live on a mysteriously uncharted island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Two brothers have served and protected the Island for many hundreds of years. One of the survivors, Sayid Jarrah, is fated to be possessed by them both; one through love, and the other through darkness. Dramatis personae include Sayid Jarrah, Jacob, the Man in Black, and Benjamin Linus.

Summary: Dark Shadows Play

200 year old vampire Barnabas Collins lives in The Old House with his servant and lover, Willie Loomis. Barnabas transforms Willie through his instruction and love, carefully developing Willie's understanding of what it would mean if he were to choose to become a vampire.[1]

Excerpt: Dark Shadows Play

Willie could not know how much Barnabas needed him, thinking of him, picturing his skin taut and ripe, the blood and rhythm released by bite or instrument, pooling and caking in the concave places of his body where Barnabas played in it with his mouth and tongue, running and slipping over the edges of him in lovely patterns of black scarlet, the aroma rising as a viscous cloud of plasma and iron as the blood touched the air.[2]

Comments and Reviews: Dark Shadows Play

This is incredible. I'm amazed at the poetry you sing, the scenes as so compelling and detailed, I cannot help but picture them as vividly in my head as if I were there. The bond between them is deep and utterly intimate, in a way only the two of them can unconsciously understand. It's simply astounding. It hits very close to heart in more ways than one, even though I've never met a vampire hahahaha. Thank you for sharing this story with us![3]
These are wonderful! You really capture the essence of the characters. As I am obsessed with Barnabas and Willie as a couple, these are so satisfying to read. In fact, they’ve become before bed indulgences that sometimes continue after I’ve fallen asleep- my dreams are marvelous! Thank you![4]

Summary: Heart of the Island

Two brothers have served and protected the Island for many hundreds of years. One of the survivors, Sayid Jarrah, is fated to be possessed by them both; one through love, and the other through darkness.[5]

Excerpts: Heart of the Island

“Help me, Jacob. Without you, I will be destroyed by this.” Jacob nodded his head very slightly. Sayid pictured himself the way he had left them, slaughtered like the ones he cruelly destroyed by evil and harm, his body left for no one to find, no one to miss, with only strangers to dispose of it. This certainly would have been his fate, the wages of his form of strength.[6]
Again they pressed against each other, the private world of two, knowing each other skin to skin and through their remaining clothes, through their muscles and breath. Jacob's weight upon Sayid so good, perfect. This is who I am, Sayid thought, understanding the changes, feeling the wonder as he relished this release from always questioning, always assessing danger. He felt himself healing in some way, newly free, his true essence released and nurtured, now able to be known by another, and so by himself.[7]

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